Human Hall

The Corpse Burial Mountain Range lay where the southwestern regions of the Middle Continent met. Its terrain naturally gathered Yin Qi, leaving the mountains so steeped in it that it could scarcely disperse. Gray-black mist shrouded the range year-round.

More chilling still, a thick, nauseating stench of Corpse Qi mingled with the Yin Qi.

For thousands of miles around, nearly everyone who died was buried here. Countless graves covered the mountainsides in overlapping layers. In a sense, the entire range was an eerie landscape built from tombs.

On ordinary days, a living soul was almost impossible to find. Silence reigned. Cold winds threaded through gravestones and bleached bones, wailing like weeping ghosts. No one willingly lingered in a place so haunted and devoid of life.

Whoosh!

Today, however, a sharp rush of air suddenly tore through the range's gloomy sky.

More than a dozen streaks of light flashed past too quickly for the eye to follow, then appeared without a sound atop an isolated peak deep in the mountains.

Lin Ming stood at their head.

Behind him were eleven Dou Sheng Experts of the Ancient Dragon Clan, led by the Three Great Dragon Kings: Zhu Xu, Zhu Feng, and Zhu You. Each radiated an immense aura. The pressure they gave off without trying sent the dense Yin Qi and Corpse Qi around them surging away.

Their gazes turned as one toward the heart of the mountain range.

At first glance, it looked no different from its surroundings, covered in tall, twisted gray trees. But a careful probe with Soul Power revealed an unnatural distortion in the space there, like a transparent veil concealing the evil behind it.

"Tiangang Hall's Human Hall lies in the deepest part of the Corpse Burial Mountain Range, behind that spatial barrier."

Lin Ming pointed toward